Creede, Colorado is a special place. A small historic mining town at the end of the line, it offers little fanfare. What it does offer is a collection of fascinating local characters, excellent food, great entertainment, and a slow pace of life I long for each and every year I visit. And for four or five weeks a year, it's the top of the food chain for dry fly fishing. "Casting airplanes," I call it. Green Drakes, Stone Flies, Caddis of many different varieties, PMD's, it has virtually every Mayfly Colorado has to offer. It's a bug smorgasbord for hungry trout tuned to the annual event, wanting to rise to a fly.
As I make my way into town, I exhale in deep admiration of simple things, a chat with friends I see only once a year, a stroll around town to see what's new and what hasn't moved, and the anticipation of the beauty of moving through Wagon Wheel Gap, the light bouncing off the canyon walls capturing the silhouette of thousands of Stone Flies returning to the water to drink from the pine forest above.
If you go there, book the guides from Duranglers. They know more about fishing the river this time of year than any other outfit and are sure to put you on fish and show you a great time. I want to give a special shout out to my friends John Flick, Mark Engler, and Josh Grounds for making my trip with my posse a terrific experience. I can't wait to return next year!